Scorpion Woman in Power of The Peacock

Corktown
Detroit
9 pm.

WILMA JOHNSON..rode the subway train home from her job as a nurse at Detroit Memorial Hospital in the city's centre to the suburbs where she lived.As she watched the landscape change from the towering buildings of the city centre to the sprawling housing projects snd run down neighbourhoods along the train tracks...Wilma thought about how much things had changed.

The city had become a virtual war zone...with various criminals fighting for control...and the police hard pressed to stop them. Wilma knew that life all too well...her deceased husband LEROY JOHNSON...aka SKULL...being leader of the DETROIT BONES street gang.Once the most feared criminals in the city...the Bones were now struggling against other more powerful criminals..who had come from elsewhere...and organised crime elements in the city.

As the train reached het stop and she got out...Wilma was thankful her teenage son TREY was far away from all the danger in Detroit...working as an FBI agent in Washington DC.Walking down the steps from the elevated subway platform...Wilma wondered why she had not heard from Trey within the last month.

Crossing the street...walking towards a nearby corner street open air market...Wilma briefly thought about calling Trey's estranged girlfriend MICHELLE WALKER...to find out whether the 24 year old police detective had heard from him.While she did'nt agree with Trey being in a relationship with her...the circumstances under which Trey broke up with Michelle remained a mystery to her.

Wilma pondered all these thoughts as she walked through the market...buying some fresh produce. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of screeching car tyres...Latino music blaring and the sound of gunshots being fired into the air.As screams filled the air and people fled all around her...Wilma saw a group of eight Mexican men...bandanas on their faces...brandishing AK-47 assault rifles..pile out of two topless Cadillacs and enter the market.

She knew who they were...by their right hands which were painted white. "Viva LOS MANOS BLANCOS" declared one man..identifying them as members of the dreaded Mexican crime cartel which had migrated to Detroit months ago...and made the Mexican Town district their domain.
As the Manos Blancos....beat the shoppers and vendors around her...stealing their cash...jewellry and cell phones...Wilma was frozen in her tracks..her mind going back to when the Mexican gangsters attacked Trey's high school graduation.

She did not hear a Mano Blanco yelling at her. She did not see him aim his AK-47 at her. Fortunately for Wilma...someone else did. Before the Mexican could fire...SCORPION WOMAN intervened.Leaping off the rooftop of a nearby building...the Venomous Vixen planted the ball of her right foot atop the head of the Mano Blanco. The force of the blow knocking him out...as she landed on the ground.

She turned her head briefly...and looked at Wilma..who felt the icy stare in her blue eyes...in the slits of her black armoured mask. It was enough to snap Wilma out of her stupor and she took cover. Scorpion Woman then turned her attention to the remaining seven Mexican gangsters. The muscles of her curvaceous creamy body highlighted by her tight black armoured leotard...elbow length black armoured gloves...knee high black armoured boots..her glossy black hair piled atop her head...a long braid like a scorpion's tail trailing behind her...the Venomous Vixen charged at them.

The Manos Blancos gangsters opened fire at her...but Scorpion Woman was too fast...easily evading their bullets...before launching her offensive. A Mexican gasped for air as she dealt him a left hand karate chop to the throat which left him gasping for air. In a fluent motion...Scorpion Woman followed through with a rapid left and right fist combo which broke the noses of two more Manos Blancos...dropping them to the ground...then swung her long left muscular creamy leg between the legs of another gangster...the top of her left foot striking him hard in the groin...putting him out of action.


"Vamos!...Vamos!" yelled one of the three remaining Manos Blancos...as they discarded their weapons...jumped into their parked Cadillacs....and sped off in fear...the sounds of the Latino music from their cars' speakers becoming less distinct as they retreated back to their protected enclave of Mexican Town. As the eight Mexican gangsters she had so effortlessly and ruthlessly dispatched lay moaning on the ground in pain...Scorpion Woman strolled past their fallen forms...knowing that none of them were in any shape to oppose her.

The vendors and shoppers in the market...Wilma included...emerged from their hiding places.. none of them daring to approach the Venomous Vixen...who they feared even more than the Mexican gangsters who had attacked the market and tried to rob them. Some of them took videos and pictures of her on their cell phones. Wilma observed that Scorpion Woman seemed oblivious to the attention she was getting as she approached the street corner. Turning her head to her right...she heard the sounds of sirens...indicating that the police were on their way.

Wilma and the other people in the market were in awe as a black armoured motorcycle...bearing silver scorpion insignia on its sides...pulled up in front of the Venomous Vixen...with no rider on top of it. They watched as Scorpion Woman mounted her SCORPION CYCLE...revved its engines and sped off. Minutes later...six police squad cars sped past the market...in pursuit. Her curvaceous and muscular creamy body hugging the black armoured frame of her Scorpion Cycle...the Venomous Vixen paid little attention to Detroit's Finest.


One reason was because behind he black armoured mask of the Scorpion Woman...Michelle Walker was one of them. The other reason was outside of the constraints she had to operate within as a police detective...Michelle was focused on hunting the fleeing Manos Blancos...part of a plethora of criminals that were trying to overwhelm Detroit. Looking at the two speeding Cadillacs on her Scorpion Cycle's radar...two Manos Blancos in one car...and one in the other...the Venomous Vixen knew what they were trying to do.

"STINGER...These scum are trying to disappear back into Mexican Town...That's not going to happen...Deploy miniguns" ordered Scorpion Woman. "As you command Mistress" replied the alien artificial intelligence which powered her motorcycle as well as the other devices located at her secret SCORPION NEST...concealed on the Detroit waterfront. A pair of M-134 miniguns appeared on either side of the front of the Scorpion Cycle.

Targeting the Cadillac with the two Mexican gangsters...one of whom fired at her with an AK-47...while the other drove...Michelle locked them in her sights and pulled the trigger located on the Scorpion Cycle's right handle. Streams of armour piercing tracers streaking from the M-134's..obliterating the moving Cadillac...killing the two Manos Blancos who were inside. Speeding past the burning wreckage...Scorpion Woman closed in on the last Mexican gangster.

Seeing her approaching in his rear view mirror...seeing what she had done to his two comrades the last Mano Blanco took an Uzi submachine pistol out from the glove compartment. His left hand on the wheel...his right foot on the gas... the teenage Mexican on his first outing as a Mano Blanco...opened fire...only to see the bullets fail to penetrate the invisible energy shield which protected the black armoured motorcycle and his black armoured rider.

"My turn" said Michelle...her blue eyes staring straight ahead in the slits of her black armoured mask...as she trained the Scorpion Cycle's M-134 miniguns at her fleeing foe...the fingers of her right hand touching the trigger on the Scorpion Cycle's right handle...as she prepared to fire. Before she could pull the trigger...the Venomous Vixen felt her big puffy pink nipples stiffen sharply under her tight black armoured leotard warning her of danger.


Seconds later...Scorpion Woman heard the rotors of a helicopter...followed by a volley of gunfire. She looked over her right shoulder and saw a police helicopter flying overhead...with two SWAT commandos leaning out the right side...firing M-16 assault rifles at her...but the bullets failed to penetrate the energy shield surrounding the Scorpion Cycle. However they gave the Mano Blanco she was chasing the chance to escape...and the police cars that were pursuing her...to close the gap.

"NO" snarled Michelle...enraged that her fellow officers allowed her criminal quarry to escape. Twisting her curvaceous and muscular creamy body atop the black armoured frame of her motorcycle...the Venomous Vixen turned her Scorpion Cycle sharply around 180 degrees...focusing on her new targets. Activating the motorcycle's missile launcher...Scorpion Woman fired a missile which exploded inches above the helicopter's rotors...disabling it...causing the pilot to crash land the chopper on a nearby rooftop.


Pressing the trigger on the Scorpion Cycle's right handle...Michelle gritted her pearl white teeth...her glossy red lips etched into a snarl...her blue eyes glaring in the slits of her black armoured mask as she opened fire on the approaching police cars...the armoured piercing rounds from her motorcycle's M-134s shredding the tyres and the engines of the police cars....causing them to crash on opposite side of the street. Firing the Scorpion Cycle's thrusters...the Venomous Vixen...streaked past the crippled police cars...as their dazed occupants staggered out and fell
on to the street...energy bands swirling around her and her motorcycle as she teleported away from the scene...as more police officers arrived...eluding capture once again.


24 hours later
Downtown Detroit
10 am

Detective Michelle Walker dismounted her Harley Chopper motorcycle as she pulled into her parking spot in front of the building which housing the 7TH PRECINCT of the Detroit Police Department where she was based. Her shoulder length black hair worn loose about her shoulders...wearing a brown leather jacket over a white sleeveless cotton shirt... blue jeans and ankle high black leather boots...sunglasses covering her blue eyes...Michelle walked up the stone steps and entered the building...uniformed and plainclothes police officers...stepping aside as she past them.

Taking off her sunglasses...Michelle walked past the sergeant on duty at the front desk...and up the stairs to the main squad room. None of the officers there said anything to her...but acknowledged her presence and steered clear of her as she made her way to her desk...sat down...switched on her computer and got to work on the reports which were on her desk.

Checking the news online...Michelle saw that Scorpion Woman's takedown of an illegal drag racing operation in the city 24 hours ago was still getting as much attention as was the way she took down some Manos Blancos gangsters and eluded Detroit's Finest. The beauteous policewoman was glad the news made no mention of TOMMY BOYD...who she had saved from the clutches of CYCLOPS INTERNATIONAL which was behind the race. Michelle hoped Tommy was doing well back in her home in LINCOLN HEIGHTS, California.

Michelle had her own score to settle with Cyclops International...for the murder of her estranged father WILLIAM WALKER...by the hand of his own deputy PAUL PEYTON...who had turned his company...WALKER WORLDWIDE TRANSPORT...into a shell company for Cyclops facilitate its criminal operations across the globe. Peyton had gone into hiding and Michelle knew that finding him was the key to avenging her father and bringing down Cyclops.

Her father's murder at her family's home in WILLIAMSVILLE, New England...and the timing of subsequent events in Detroit...made Michelle wonder if there was a connection. The arrival of the Manos Blancos I Detroit...sparked a war with the city's most feared street gang the Detroit Bones...once led by her estranged teenage boyfriend Trey's father...LEROY 'SKULL' JOHNSON. That war's outcome resulted in heightened criminal activity in the city involving new and established players. Michelle had killed Skull in self defence and Trey...who she had planned to propose to...left Detroit...leaving a letter and never telling her in person why he was leaving her.

Seeing Wilma Johnson at the market brought back all those thoughts and feelings. Taking a deep breath...clenching her fists briefly...Michelle suppressed the anger she felt for Trey and composed herself. Voices coming from the office of her former partner now commanding officer...CAPTAIN ARTHUR RAFFERTY...caused Michelle to look up from her desk...at the two uniformed police officers who Arthur was talking to.
The younger white officer...with short brown hair...an athletic build under his uniform...was the one she was paying more attention to.

This was the first day that rookie cop...JIMMY KOWALSKI was back on duty...after having been affected by a chemical gas attack by the CLOWN KING...the who had taken control of the KILLER CLOWN gang...following the demise of its former leader CLOWN GIRL...killed by socialite TIFFANY WASHINGTON. Michelle was one of the few people who knew that Tiffany was the real Clown Girl...but could not prove what was Tiffany's real agenda. Amongst all the other criminal threats popping up throughout Detroit...Michelle also suspected that Tiffany's mentor...the deranged villainess TRICKSTER...was still out there.


As she looked on...Michelle felt her big puffy pink Scorpion Nipples stiffening slightly under her shirt as she remembered how good Jimmy's hands felt on her huge firm naked creamy Scorpion Breasts...during her last encounters with Jimmy as the Venomous Vixen. Michelle watched as Arthur got up from behind his desk...showing the extra baggage around his waistline since he took his promotion...shake hands with Jimmy and his older African American partner...SERGEANT FRANK ANDERSON...and dismiss them both.

She turned her attention back to her files as Jimmy and Frank walked out of Arthur's office. Jimmy took a glance in her direction and Frank patted his partner on the left shoulder. "She's not into you kid...C'mon...Let's get going...Captain wants us to pass by that wax museum that burnt down last night...just to make sure nobody tried to loot anything" said Frank...who had his own troubles on the home front with his Latina stepdaughter GINA CORTES...who he suspected would leave the home late at night but he could never prove it."Yeah...Guess you're right" replied Jimmy as he stole a final look in Michelle's direction before he and Frank left the squad room. "Be seeing you soon...officer" resolved the Venomous Vixen...a slight smile on the edge of her lips as she got back to work.

Historic District
Detroit
Noon

Sitting in their squad car... Officers Jimmy Kowalski and Frank Anderson made a patrol of he district which contained several of the city's historical sites...after doing a walkthrough of the burnt out site which formerly housed WILHEIM'S WAX MUSEUM. All that was left was a pile of bricks...steel...concrete...and a mass of molten wax. "Any idea what happened here? asked Jimmy. "No one knows for sure...Our guys didn't find any clues at the scene...No one knows where the owner WILHEIM WAXMAN is..." replied Frank. "Could be Scorpion Woman's doing" he added. "No way...There's no proof she did it" said Jimmy.

Before Frank could rebuke his younger partner...a report of a robbery in progress came over the radio. "That's not far from here...Call it in!" said Frank. Jimmy picked up the car radio...and replied as Frank turned on the squad car's siren and stepped on the gas. Within minutes...the two patrol officers pulled up outside of an art gallery...where a group of five robbers were exiting the gallery...two of them carrying several colourful paintings which they had stolen from the gallery...while the other three were brandishing guns.

Jimmy couldn't help but notice the rainbow coloured suits...hats and shoes they were wearing...finding it strange to see criminals in this kind of clothing. He also observed that even their guns were different...sporting colours of gold...silver and platinum. The rookie cop was trying to figure out what that meant...when he heard the voice of his older partner. "Freeze!!...Police!!" yelled Frank as he went for his pistol. "Waste them!" snarled one of the dapper robbers.

Jimmy watched as three of the robbers aimed their shiny Mach-10 submachine guns at Frank...before he could draw his gun. "No!!" yelled Jimmy as he drew his gun in a single motion...and fired...killing one of the robbers with a bullet between the eyes. As he fell dead to the pavement...the other two robbers brandishing guns...trained their weapons on Frank while the two robbers who were carrying the paintings stolen from the art gallery...dropped them on the pavement and pulled out silver Uzis from under their jackets. However before the colourfully attired robbers could open fire on the two police officers...the roar of an approaching motorcycle was heard.

Looking over his right shoulder...Jimmy's eyes widened with surprise...as he saw Scorpion Woman speeding towards them...her curvaceous and muscular creamy body well accentuated by her tight black armoured attire...sexily straddling her black armoured Scorpion Cycle. The sudden appearance of the Venomous Vixen froze cops and criminals alike in their tracks. Taking advantage of their distraction...Scorpion Woman sprang into action. Squatting atop the black armoured frame of her motorcycle as it amazingly moved under its own power...Michelle flexed her huge muscular creamy thighs...and launched herself into the air... executing a somersault.

Extending her long muscular creamy legs as she descended...Scorpion Woman drove the ball of her left foot into the face of the robber closest to Jimmy just as he recovered from the surprise of her arrival...and was about to shoot the rookie cop. Shoving Jimmy to the pavement...the Venomous Vixen dropped on her right knee into a shooter's crouch in front of him...and fired a volley of energy bolts...which dropped two robbers before they could shoot Frank.

Lying on the pavement... Jimmy looked on as Scorpion Woman was up in flash...taking out the last two robbers with a left and right fist combination which left them motionless on the cold concrete. He could not help but feel a growing warmth between his thighs as he watched the way the muscles of the Venomous Vixen's curvaceous creamy body were accentuated within the confines of her tight black armoured leotard as she ruthlessly and efficiently dispatched the colourfully attired robbers.

He was still admiring her awesome body as she walked amongst the fallen criminals...who lay sprawled out on the concrete pavement...beaten and unconscious. Jimmy felt her stare go right through him as she turned around and saw him...her blue eyes looking directly at him through the slits of her black armoured mask. Jimmy saw a strange look in the Venomous Vixen's eyes...and hints of a smile playing on the edges of her glossy red lips.


"Ohhh...Scorpion Nipples...becoming aroused...when I look at him...I want to..." thought Michelle. Scorpion Woman and Jimmy Kowalski were brought back to reality when they heard the sound of Jimmy's partner's voice. "Freeze!" yelled Frank Anderson as he drew his gun and aimed it at Scorpion Woman. Jimmy found himself in a dilemma. His duty as a police officer said he should arrest the Venomous Vixen...but the feeling he got as she looked at him...was telling him not to.


For reasons she could not explain...Michelle found herself feeling conflicted. On the one hand...she was facing the real threat of being arrested and unmasked. On the other...she felt feelings of erotic arousal...which she had not felt in a long time...when she looked at Jimmy...and remembered how the rookie cop's hands felt on her huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts. Suddenly she felt her big puffy pink Scorpion Nipples stiffen again under her tight black armoured leotard...causing her to detect a strong presence of evil nearby.

Out of the corner of her left eye...Scorpion Woman saw a flash of colours in a nearby alley...out of sight of everyone else. Thinking the Venomous Vixen was distracted...Frank inched closer to her...keeping his gun trained on her with his right hand...while he reached for his handcuffs on the left side of his belt. He was taken by surprise as Scorpion Woman dealt him a swift left hand karate chop to the throat...grabbed his left wrist with her right hand...flung him over her left shoulder...hard to the pavement.

"Scorpion Woman!...Stop!" yelled Jimmy...belatedly getting to his feet...as the Venomous Vixen sprinted away from him down the alley. Her slender muscular creamy arms and long muscular creamy legs moving rapidly in tandem...her huge firm creamy bust bobbing sexily under her tight black armoured leotard...her long braid of glossy black hair trailing in the air behind her head...Michelle ran swiftly down the alley...away from the crime scene...acting on the sensations she felt in her big puffy pink Scorpion Nipples.

As she reached the end of the alley...the Venomous Vixen discovered a rainbow coloured Rolls Royce parked there. Standing beside it was a white woman in her 60's with frilly brown hair...wearing in a broad rimmed hat...sunglasses...baggy pants suit...and platform shoes...decorated in all the bright colours of the rainbow. In her hands...the strange woman held a frilly umbrella...also sporting the colours of the rainbow. As she drew closer...the strange woman became angry.

"Scorpion Woman!...You ruined my perfect crime!" she snarled. Her words confirmed Michelle's suspicion that the colourfully attired woman was connected to the robbers she had just beaten so effortlessly. "You'll be needing a change of wardrobe where you're going lady!...There's nothing you can do to stop me!" declared Scorpion Woman as she charged towards the colourfully clad villainess...who made no attempt to escape.

Determined to end the fight...and thoughts of the handsome Jimmy Kowalski on her mind...the Venomous Vixen believed the outcome to be a foregone conclusion. She paid no attention as her opponent raised her umbrella in front of her. "An umbrella?!...Expecting rain?!" quipped Michelle as she got closer...her right muscular creamy arm raised...her right black armoured fist poised to strike her enemy down. "Such a dull perspective!...You see things in black and white!...I see them differently!" replied the woman...as she opened her umbrella in front of Michelle.

Without warning... a cone of brilliant white light...immediately surrounded Scorpion Woman. "AAAAH...THAT LIGHT...I CAN'T SEE" cried Michelle raising her slender muscular creamy arms in an attempt to shield her blue eyes from the intense white light....unable to look in any other direction. Disoriented by the cone of intense white light...the Venomous Vixen was unable to do anything...as the villainess smiled and pressed a button on the handle of the parasol...which opened and began to rotate rapidly in a clockwise direction.

As the white light faded...it was quickly replaced by swirl of rainbow colours...which totally surrounded the disoriented Scorpion Woman. "OHH
...WHAT'S HAPPENING...UUUUUUUH...SCORPION NIPPLES...GETTING ...HAAAARD...AS I LOOK...AT THE LIGHTS...UUUUUUUUUUH...GETTING DIZZY...CAN'T FOCUS..." blurted Michelle...as her right black armoured gloved hand pressed against her throbbing forehead...and her left slender muscular creamy arm flailed in front of her...trying to block the swirling rainbow colours...as she tried to maintain her balance.

"Look into the lights!! … You can't resist them!...You know you want to!" declared the villainess...as she pressed the button on the handle of her parasol...increasing the speed of its top as it spun clockwise in front of the Venomous Vixen...the intensity of the swirling rainbow colours it was emitting increasing with each passing second.

As she found herself being for--d to look into the kaleidoscope of chaos which was surrounding her...Scorpion Woman felt her big puffy pink nipples hardening rapidly on their own under her tight black armoured leotard...and a growing moistness between her huge creamy thighs... barely covered by the sliver of black armour there. Her left slender muscular creamy arm fell limp on the left side of her curvy upper torso.

Michelle felt her eyelids getting heavier in the slits of her black armoured mask...her head reeling with increasing dizziness...weakness and fatigue setting in...as she began to succumb to the effects of the rainbow lights. "You can't resist the power of the PEACOCK" laughed the villainess.

To be continued